And Locus pulls him in. "Mine," he replies, before taking his mouth with his, stealing breath while he continues to thrust. Hard, fast, pounding deep until that tension finally snaps and his nails curl inward, slamming home one last time and feeling that wash of warmth flooding through him.

He knows it's truth.

The moment hangs like a heavy fog, and he's loath to let go. Even when the kiss has to end for air, all he does is pull back enough to press his forehead up against Delta's, humming in contentment.